can you see me?
am i invisible to you?
why don't you ever glance my way?
is it the fact that i refuse to dress like the other girls?
is it the fact that i don't act like them?
but wouldn't that make me stand out more?
you baffle me every day.
maybe one day you'll do it in a good way.
YOU ARE READING
waiting, wondering
Poetrya collection of thoughts from a teenage girl's mind. some to do with a certain person, some not. lowercase intended
